Love has a way of inserting itself in all the wrong places. Sometimes it can even shake your faith. It was 1967 and Father Bob McClory was the associate pastor at the St. Sabina Parish on Chicago’s South Side. These were tumultuous times for the parish. Blacks were moving in; whites were moving out. Father McClory oversaw St. Sabina’s School and he learned that the school had been assigned a new principal, a 35 year-old Dominican nun: Sister Margaret McCalmish. Father McClory was incensed. What would a nun from rural Wisconsin know about running an urban school? Turns out she did, and what followed changed everything.